King Yama looked thrilled, his usual dark, stern expression nowhere to be seen.
Several bizarre-looking figures stood beside him. Shen Bing recognized them at a glance; their appearances were just too damn distinctive.
Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face—who the hell wouldn't recognize them immediately?
The other two were the Judge and Meng Po—well, there was even less chance of mistaking them.
Every one of these Underworld Bailiffs was beside themselves with excitement. At least, they had been that way ever since Shen Bing logged into the game.
They hadn't seen each other in a thousand years. It was understandable!
Shen Bing stood off to the side for a full half hour before this odd-looking bunch finished catching up.
"Thank you for your assistance, Reverend!" King Yama was the first to notice Shen Bing standing nearby.
Black and White Impermanence and the others also bowed to him.
"It was hardly any trouble! There's no need for such courtesy." Shen Bing's calm reply carried the air of a true immortal.
King Yama said, "Now that I and the Six Great Underworld Bailiffs have all been resurrected, we shall proceed to restart Yama Hall. During this process, no one other than Underworld officials may remain here. Reverend, please relocate elsewhere for the time being."
The corner of Shen Bing's mouth twitched. Apparently, restarting Yama Hall would take some work.
"How long will restarting Yama Hall take?" Shen Bing asked.
King Yama looked perfectly untroubled. "It won't take very long..."
Before he even finished, Shen Bing had already given up hoping for much.
When a King Yama who had lived for who knew how many years said it wouldn't take very long... yeah, right.
Seeing Shen Bing's expression, King Yama immediately understood what he was thinking. "At most... seven times seven days,